The Surgeon's Studio

Zhao Wenhua rested for a few days, put down all his worries, and returned to work.

He had been traveling alone for the past few days. Listening to the echoes of the distant mountains and empty valleys, he seemed to have experienced the true meaning of life in the morning bell and evening drum.

His entire person became quiet.

Life was just like that. It seemed that it was enough to live a simple life.

Although at the beginning, that simple and honest face would appear in his mind every time he calmed down. However, Zhao Wenhua tried his best to control himself and stop thinking about him.

After a few days of self - Repair, the wound in his heart was healed. He went to work happily after sending his daughter off on the plane.

He would not care about the hospital bed and just work obediently. What could Department Director Kong do to him?

Was he really going to drive him away? That's impossible! Zhao Wenhua had the confidence to do so.

Early in the morning, he came to the ward and saw that his Ward was empty. There were no other patients in it, and he felt a little comforted. After all, it had only been a few days, so it was only natural that no one would ask to borrow his bed.

She subconsciously went to Zheng Ren's ward to take a look, but it was also empty.

Zhao Wenhua was confused.

Since Zheng Ren was in his Prime, there would probably be countless patients waiting in line for Zheng Ren's surgery.

How could there be no patients?

Could it be a medical mishap?

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he immediately snuffed it out. He knew very well how well boss Zheng had performed his surgery.

He chose not to confront them directly. In fact, he had already completely given up on the idea of resisting.

It wasn't embarrassing to admit defeat because of a lack of skill.

"With boss Zheng's skills, there shouldn't be any major problems," Zhao Wenhua immediately thought.

Could it be that tumor East had directly dug the person out?

This was possible!

Zhao Wenhua was happy, but he also felt a little sour. However, he deliberately controlled the changes in his emotions, not letting the flames of jealousy burn him to ashes.

When he arrived at the office, Zhao Wenhua saw Liu Zewei's bald head.

It was a little bright, like a walnut that had been platted for ten years. The pulp had long been platted out.

This was a professor from the Affiliated Hospital of dibei province's Medical University, and he came to boss Zheng's place to study TIPS surgery. Zhao Wenhua knew about this.

Liu Zewei was sitting there in boredom, which meant that his guess was wrong.

What happened when I wasn't home? Zhao Wenhua was curious.

"Professor Liu, are you busy?" Zhao Wenhua took the initiative to greet him.

There was still half an hour to go before the early shift. The office was empty. The night doctor was still washing up and having breakfast in the on - call room. Only the two of them were there.

Zhao Wenhua was obviously trying to find a topic to talk about. Liu Zewei knew that this person didn't get along with boss Zheng.

However, he was just an in - Service training doctor. He did not have to rush to the front and fight with Zhao Wenhua head - on.

Boss Zheng didn't even say anything, so he should just quietly close his eyes.

"I'm not busy. I don't have much to do these two days. " Liu Zewei said in a somewhat vexed tone, half - truth and half - lie.

Zhao Wenhua pretended that nothing had happened. He walked around and laughed."Boss Zheng, you have a lot of work to do, are you used to it?"

"Boss Zheng hasn't been around these two days." Liu Zewei thought about everything carefully. He felt that everyone in the Department knew about it and there was no need to keep it a secret, so he said it directly.

"Not here? He went to throw knives?" Zhao Wenhua asked.

"Flying Daggers ... I did go, but only for two days. After he came back, he went to the special ward. Dr. Mehal just had prostate surgery yesterday ..."

Zhao Wenhua was a little disdainful.

He was trying to flatter the world's top professor. Was there any difference?

"Isn't this Dr. Olsen from the Royal Sweden Academy of Sciences rushing over to capture boss Zheng to make a physical model? President Yuan personally ordered that boss Zheng won't take in any patients for a while. "

"What?" Zhao Wenhua thought he had heard wrong and asked subconsciously.

"AI." Liu Zewei sighed and didn't continue Zhao Wenhua's words. He only shook his head.

"The Royal Academy of Sciences? Is he related to boss Zheng?" Zhao Wenhua asked in surprise.

"I don't know the details." "A while ago, I heard boss Zheng and Brother Yun talk about some common knowledge in Medical Physics. I don't understand them," Liu Zewei said vaguely.

Zhao Wenhua was speechless. He stared at the VIP Ward in the distance through the window and fell into a daze.

He didn't continue to ask. Boss Zheng's sky was obviously not something he could touch. The other party was dealing with him as a dimensional attack.

It was still not too late to turn back now. As long as he could figure it out, it would not be too late.

He was just a doctor. What was the connection between him and the Royal Sweden Academy of Sciences? Is he going to win the Nobel Prize in Physics?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua smiled awkwardly. He couldn't even win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, let alone the physics Prize.

He was thinking too much.

From today onwards, he would be a happy person.

From today onwards, he would do his best to provide consultations, take in patients, quietly treat patients, perform surgeries, and perform freelance surgeries.

From today on, you will face the sea and the flowers will bloom in the warm spring.

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Zheng Ren's life was worse than death these few days.

He kept rejoicing over the fact that he had listened to Department Director Pan's suggestion and did not choose to do basic research.

He was used to clinical work. Once he left, he would have to listen to physical models and various formulas every day. His head was getting bigger.

Fortunately, the work that he was involved in had been completed. After sending Dr. Mehal, Dr. Olsen and the huge team away, this matter had come to an end.

For seven consecutive days, he had only performed one surgery, which was doctor Mehar's prostate interventional embolism surgery. Zheng Ren felt that his fingers were about to rust.

Even when he dreamed at night, he would dream of the sound of the emergency department's Gurney.

Zheng Ren was relieved as he watched the plane take off with Dr. Mehal, Dr. Olsen, and the huge team.

Shi huairu had disappeared a long time ago and did not come to see Dr. Mehal off.

Zheng Ren guessed that this guy was probably working on the turbulence formula in some Research Institute.

"Boss Zheng, you've been working hard recently." When Department Director Kong saw Zheng Ren's expression, he knew what he was thinking. He chuckled.

Zheng Ren nodded and smiled.""Department Director Kong, I can finally go back and perform surgeries."

"You really don't need to rest for a few days?" Department Director Kong asked with a smile.

The attributes of the person in front of him as a surgical dog could not be more obvious.

He had just sent the Sweden doctor and research team away, and now he was in a hurry to go back for surgery. Why did he have to go through all this trouble?

However, when he saw how excited he was, Department Director Kong did not want to persuade him any further.

"I feel like it's been a year since I last had surgery, and I can't wait to have it." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"President Yuan has been suppressing everything these few days. Tomorrow morning, set aside some time to do a full - body CT scan for elder li. " Department Director Kong said.

"Elder li agreed?"

"En, I'm fine. Boss Zheng, is it possible to find the location of the tumor?" Department Director Kong asked.

"It's not big," Zheng Ren sighed.